Into the Soul - Spiritual Poetry

These poems are what arrive when I invite that "something deeper" to speak - that blessed madness that spins planets and curls toes. Feel free to share your thoughts on them. (...and thanks for all the great feedback. I don't always have time to comment back -- but know that I am most grateful!)

Friday, July 07, 2006

I Don't Like the Look of that Mole

You've come down with a rather unique ailment.
Your mind is obsessed, night and day, with cataloging all those things that might be wrong with you.

"SARS? yep, I probably caught that off the drinking fountain the other day"

"Foot and Mouth Disease? It could be making a come back!"

"I don't like the look of that mole."

However, behind the eye that reads this there is a much more serious condition afoot,

an insanity more prevalent than any mass contagion

You see, you've mistakenly identified yourself with the name on your Driver's License.

You somehow believe you are separate from that which spins planets and hatches new galaxies just before the morning tea.

You've already won the lottery and yet you still live like a pauper.

My friend,

If you can become the sweetest tear you've ever cried, I'll have no choice but to make a few phone calls on your behalf.

With any luck, we'll have you jumping up and down like some crazed game show contestant by sundown.

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